The Phoenix Stone Arena refined by the Fire Phoenix clan's great masters is a top-grade Earth-grade treasure. This is in terms of level. It was refined after being baked by high-temperature flames for three thousand years, and after being frozen by the Ice Phoenix for three thousand years, it cost countless treasures from heaven and earth, and consumed countless manpower and material resources of the Fire Phoenix and Ice Phoenix clan to refine this Fire Phoenix and Ice Phoenix Arena.
This arena can withstand attacks from the emperor's masters and is a famous treasure of the Fire Phoenix and Ice Phoenix clan.
Ye Xiangyang stood on the stage and pointed at the three princes: "Since we are going to bet on the outcome of the three rounds, who of you three will go first? I will take care of it. If I lose, I will commit suicide to apologize."
Almost everyone below the ring was staring at Ye Xiangyang on the ring. No one expected Ye Xiangyang to be so domineering.
The people of Xiangyang City and those who came to support Ye Xiangyang were all excited, especially those who were not emperors: "The city lord is so domineering, so domineering, he is challenging the three princes of the ten major races alone, just this call requires extraordinary courage."
"That's right, it's true. The ancient virtual dragons, the Shura clan, and the ghost clan are the three most difficult races to deal with among the ten ancient races."
"Hehehe, since the city lord has spoken out, he is sure to win."
"Support the city lord, support the city lord, the city lord will win."
Even the dozens of Emperor masters on Ye Xiangyang's side all looked in agreement. As young people, they should be like this, full of vigor and vitality, ready to make decisions.
Who hasn't been young, who hasn't fought hard for a beautiful woman, who hasn't had such a heroic time. Today's Ye Xiangyang is what they were tens of thousands of years ago. Time has taken away the time, but what can't be taken away is the mentality of the same age from generation to generation.
It’s just that they are Emperor masters, and it’s not convenient for them to support Ye Xiangyang as loudly as those throne masters.
The ancient virtual dragon and the people from the other eight races laughed.
Each of these younger generations of ancient races has special abilities: the Shura clan's supreme martial arts talent, the ancient virtual dragon's powerful body, bloodline energy, dragon ball storage, and powerful aura, and the ghost clan's mysteriousness.
Not to mention the ordinary nine-star emperors, even the one-star emperors of these three have the ability to fight.
"Hehehe, you're bragging too much, be careful or you'll get slapped in the face."
"That's right. Prince Yu Wencheng of Shura is known as the most gifted martial artist in the Shura clan. No matter what kind of martial arts he has seen, he can cultivate it to the state of perfection at the fastest speed. He is known as the most gifted martial artist in the Shura clan."
"Yes, he has cultivated to the peak of the Nine Stars of the Imperial Throne for 120 years. He has the supreme material to become an immortal. He is a genius recognized by the ten major races."
"Prince Long Zhentian is even more incredible. The mutated dragon ball increases his strength by 50%. That means his own strength is 120 dragon powers, and the dragon ball's strength is 180 dragon powers. Adding them together, that's 300 dragon powers. The strength alone is enough to crush him to death."
"Hehehe, he thought that the ghost prince Chi Ze was simple, but he was wrong. Chi Ze is known as the Demon Lord of Changes. He can change into a thousand forms and is extremely magical. He can also become invisible and strange to the extreme."
"It's good that this guy can defeat one person, but he's talking about taking on all three. That's nonsense."
"Just wait and see. He is only good at alchemy and has a business mind. If it comes to a duel, how can he be compared with the three princes?"
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Yu Wencheng asked Long Zhentian for instructions, then he moved and appeared on the stage.
This is not traveling through time and space, but flying directly upwards. Flying directly upwards does not cause the air to flow, which shows how shocking Yu Wencheng's control over the wind element is.
This move alone drew cheers from the audience: "Great, this is really a great martial art. His comprehension of the wind element law has reached perfection."
"This alone shows that Crown Prince Yu Wencheng has an extraordinary ability to control the laws of the wind element."
The emperor master and the peak of the throne in Xiangyang City looked a little gloomy. If nothing else, an expert would know whether there is one or not just by stretching out his hand. From the fact that Yu Wencheng stretched out his hand, it can be seen that some people really have it.
Yu Wencheng looked at Ye Xiangyang and chuckled: "City Lord Ye Xiangyang, I have heard of your deeds in our Shura Clan and know your reputation. You have unparalleled talent in the field of elixirs and business. If it comes to martial arts, even if I give you three points, you still can't do it."
As he said this, he shook his fingers in front of him, looking like he was looking down on others.
Ye Xiangyang cupped his hands and said, "How about this, I'll let you have ten moves. If you can hit me in ten moves, I'll admit defeat. Then, if you don't lose in ten moves, I'll also admit defeat."
"Yu Wencheng, there are always people who are better than you. A little prince of a small race like you is just a frog in a well. You have never seen the vastness of the world, nor do you know the depth of the ocean."
Yu Wencheng's eyes were full of ferocity, his face was full of ferocity, and his scaly cheeks were full of ferocity: "Okay, I want to see how you can avoid my Shura Road."
"Ashura's Divine Fist, Ashura Fights the Sky."
Having said that, there was almost no time difference, and in an instant he threw 3,256 punches at Ye Xiangyang.
Yu Wencheng was filled with hatred. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever looked down upon him, but now, he was despised by a small figure from the human race. This was intolerable.
If you despise me, you will have to pay the price with blood. This is an arena. In the arena, you will not give in and you will not show mercy. Even if you kill him, his minions will not be able to seek revenge on the Shura clan.
In the blink of an eye, more than 3,000 punches were thrown. People seemed to see a thousand-armed Shura, who threw these punches almost without any time difference. Each punch was the power of a hundred dragons, which was a force of 100 billion jin. With a force of 100 billion jin, even a mountain would be crushed into powder.
If these punches were to hit Ye Xiangyang, he would definitely turn into dust, and not even his soul would be left.
Behind Ye Xiangyang was the Divine Eagle Wing, which did not fly, but used his speed to dodge. The speed of the Divine Eagle Wing was the Emperor's Three Stars, and the speed of the Emperor's Three Stars was fundamentally not something Yu Wencheng could catch up with.
Everyone saw Ye Xiangyang swimming quickly in the fist like a fish in the ocean, looking very contented.
hiss-
Too many people from the ten ancient races gasped in surprise. Who could have thought that Ye Xiangyang had such ability? It seems that Ye Xiangyang is not only a genius in alchemy and business, but also a genius in martial arts.
"This kid is really not simple. If Yu Wencheng doesn't act carefully, he might get hurt in his hands."
"Well, there is no false reputation under a great name. Ye Xiangyang is indeed a famous young figure in the mainland. He has the capital to do so."
Yu Wencheng shook his arm, and thousands of sword energies spread outwards. The Shura Sword, with every sword, killed gods. The sword energy formed a bright sword and slashed towards Ye Xiangyang.
Ye Xiangyang's figure was like a butterfly flying through flowers, free and easy, and at ease. He flicked his fingers, and some sword energy was deflected by him.
"Yu Wencheng, two moves."
"The storm is merciless from the ends of the earth, and the wind and waves are killing." Yu Wencheng moved, and a gust of wind blew up on the ring.
Wherever there is air in this world, there is wind. Who can avoid the energy of wind? The wings of the divine eagle are just relying on the energy of wind.
Ye Xiangyang smiled faintly: The Wings of the Divine Eagle are a heaven-grade treasure, not an earth-grade treasure. If it were an earth-grade treasure, this kind of attack could still pose a threat, but now it is far from that.
However, Ye Xiangyang couldn't help but admire Yu Wencheng's outstanding talent.
From the initial attack to the tenth move, Yu Wencheng's attack included nine elements, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, ice and lightning, as well as the Shura Fist, one move for each element. Each move was a killer move that was so powerful that it was outrageous.
Ten moves, past.
The audience was shocked: "How is this possible? This is Yu Wencheng. Yu Wencheng's Shura Dao is superb, but he can't catch up with Ye Xiangyang's body movements?"
“Humph, this kid relies on a heavenly treasure, which is his pair of wings. If he could dodge it otherwise, that would be a huge joke.”
"It's hard to say. Ye Xiangyang is a rare talent."
At this moment, the wings of the divine eagle on Ye Xiangyang disappeared, and with a crackling sound, Ye Xiangyang turned into a ten-foot-tall martial turtle.
The aura of Ye Xiangyang suddenly changed, as if a mountain was filled with it, and it was closely connected with the Xuanwu Continent, giving a feeling of being one and inseparable. The ten-foot-tall body was full of shocking visual impact.
Xuanwu bloodline, Ye Xiangyang is of Xuanwu bloodline.
"Heaven-shattering collision."
Countless spikes grew out of Ye Xiangyang's body. He looked like a short-spiked porcupine, with a body of ten feet in size and a ferocious look.
Ye Xiangyang came roaring and crashed into Yu Wencheng.
Yu Wencheng's fist was as big as a mountain: "Hundred Battles Shura Fist."
Ye Xiangyang didn't hesitate and rushed forward. When the Collapse Sky Crash was cultivated to its strongest state, a single impact could shatter a planet and destroy the sky. Of course, Ye Xiangyang couldn't reach this level now.
Bang, bang, bang, Yu Wencheng's fists hit Ye Xiangyang, but were unable to shake Ye Xiangyang's momentum of attacking forward.
Yu Wencheng was shocked and couldn't believe that there was such a martial art in the world. Oh my god, what kind of skill is this
burst!
With Ye Xiangyang's low roar, the spikes on his body that were shining on Yu Wencheng shot towards Yu Wencheng.
Yu Wencheng barely dodged it.
Sky-breaking strike.
Ye Xiangyang stretched out his arm and punched the arrogant Yu Wencheng.
We martial artists are full of energy and can break the sky with one punch.
Seeing this situation, Yu Wencheng turned his long legs into a big axe that split the sky and earth, and chopped down at Ye Xiangyang's fist. Boom, boom, the two sides collided, and Yu Wencheng flew up a hundred feet again.
Ye Xiangyang spread out his hands, forming a huge claw that covered a hundred feet, the Sky-Splitting Claw.